Competitive Men

In truth I hadn't given much thought to my request to my friend whilst I was busy getting used to university life, so I'd been slightly caught off guard when about a month later, whilst I was just hanging out in my dorm room, I received a message out of the blue from Forrest. "Been to see your dad today" was all the message had said.

I'd replied quickly with, "Thanks, dude, I appreciate it. How's he doing? Not too lonely, I hope."

"No trouble at all, man; your dad made the trip more than worth it. And you don't need to worry about him getting lonely; he's been having all sorts of men dropping by since he's had the house to himself. I saw Mr. Stewart there as I walked in, and Coach Jones arrived just as I was leaving. Your dad's constantly taking care of whichever guys visit.

I'd been surprised that my dad seemed to be getting a lot of company, especially about why Mr. Stewart and Coach Jones of all people were visiting my dad. Mr. Stewart was the manager at the local convenience store that I knew Forrest currently worked at, and Coach Jones was the coach of the local football team, which neither of us had been on. I hadn't even known my dad knew who they were, let alone knew them well enough to invite them round to his house. I also wasn't sure why they all seemed to be visiting him one at a time.

Trying to get more information out of Forrest to try and make things clearer, I sent him a follow-up message asking, "So what are you all doing whilst at my dad's? I bet he's chatting all your heads off lol."

Forrest took a while longer than normal to reply to that message, and I'd been about to give up on waiting for a reply when one came through from him. "Lol, your dad was hardly talking at all when I was there tbh. Which isn't his fault, really; it's hard to talk while his mouth is stuffed full of my cock. Hold on a moment; I snapped a great pic of him sucking it; I'll show you."

I had just enough time to read the message but not nearly enough time to process the meaning of the words when Forrest sent over the photo of my dad, on his knees, eyes obscured by his typical baseball cap but unmistakably him, as I'd recognize his beard, mustache, and nose anywhere. The only thing I didn't recognize about him was the fact that he had his mouth wrapped around the head of a cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing at first and could only think to type back a simple but incredibly earnest "WTF!?"

Forrest didn't make me wait long for another reply this time, with a long series of messages coming from him faster than I could read them. "Lol dude, that was my reaction as well when I walked in on my boss getting his cock sucked by none other than your dad. Scared the shit out of your old man as he tried to pull off the cock lodged down his throat, but I think Mr. Stewart was into getting caught as he'd slammed your dad's head down his length and shot his load down his throat as soon as he saw me. He left right after that, leaving your dad fighting to catch his breath and trying to explain himself through each gasp."

"But after seeing Mr. Stewart of all guys fucking your dad's throat, I was keen to try it for myself and didn't much care for whatever excuses your dad had to offer, so I just freed my cock and thrust it into your dad's gaping mouth. It was amazingly tight, warm, and wet, man, especially as he struggled to take all of me at first. It turns out I'm quite a bit bigger than Mr. Stewart. But he managed it in the end and was sucking on it with the gusto of a whore by the time I added my load to his throat."

"I didn't say much to him after that, just that I'd be back for another visit soon, and then I'd left. Saw Coach Jones entering as I was leaving, and he'd smirked at me as I passed him and asked if I'd enjoyed my first time with the town cum dump now that it was working full time. It seems that your dad has been sucking cock on the down low for a while now, but now that you're out of the way, he's pretty much openly a 24/7 cocksucking slut who can't say no to any man who wants him to suck them off. He's definitely gotten pretty skilled at it. I'd say come back and see for yourself, but don't; he might stop sucking cock then, and I really need a wonton slut to suck me dry since Beth dumped me. So enjoy uni and we'll keep your dad happy by stuffing him full of cock until you get back lol."

When Mr Jones had forcefully questioned his probable future son-in-law about what on earth he'd been thinking not using protection, Ben had simply shrugged and said that it just felt better raw and that surely Mr Jones understood. Upon hearing that, Mr Jones had snapped. He'd grabbed the deadbeat loser who'd breed his daughter and snarled at him that if Ben couldn't help but fuck pussy raw, then Mr Jones might as well do the same.

He'd then stripped himself of his own clothing before marching back over to and grabbing Ben again and forcing Ben to his knees and then shoved his cock, raw and unprepared, down Ben's stupidly gaping mouth. Mr Jones didn't let Ben have a moment to get used to the thick member invading his throat and instead brutally pounded Ben's throat until he was gagging on it. And even that didn't stop Mr Jones, as if Ben were going to fuck Mr Jones's daughter without giving a shit about the consequences, then Mr Jones might as well do the same to burn off his rage at the news.

As her older brother, I'd eventually grown tired of him treating her like crap in general, so I'd gone over to his shithole of an apartment to have it out with him and try and force him to leave my sister alone. He laughed in my face and told me that the last thing he was going to do was take dating advice from his girlfriend's fag snob of an older brother, as, according to him, I knew nothing about pleasing a woman, as all my dating history was doubtless just mindless chocking down any cock I could get my mouth around.

I'd respond by angrily telling him that I was actually in a long-term loving relationship with my now fiancé and that it was offensive for him to say that I'd so readily cheat on him for a random guy's cock. My sister's boyfriend had grinned at that remark and said he'd prove it. He'd then rapidly undressed until, before I knew it, my sister's boyfriend was sitting in his chair before me totally nude. He'd then pointed at his rapidly inflating cock and told me to get sucking on it like the desperate cocksucker I was.

I'm ashamed to say how quickly I betrayed my fiancé and my sister by impaling my throat around his cock, but the sight of his twitching cock and the musky smell coming from it were too much to resist. I took his cock balls deep down my throat and then let him fuck me until he blasted his load into my stomach just in time for my sister to walk in on us.

She, of course, was only upset at me for tempting her boyfriend away from her and not him for cheating on her again, but she couldn't force our parents to cut me out of their lives, so I still saw her and her boyfriend fairly often. I suck him off and let him fuck me whenever he lets me and my sister isn't cockblocking me.

In an attempt to not feel so outnumbered by the slob in your apartment, you decided to invite your equally cleanliness-conscious boyfriend to stay with you for a bit. He helped you make some progress in cleaning up some of the mess, but you could tell your roommate wasn't happy about having his space dominated by two neat freaks. In hindsight, you should have known that he'd take the first opportunity he could to try and reassert his control over the apartment. But you hadn't, so when you put a pizza in the oven and told your boyfriend to keep an eye on it to prevent your roommate from stealing it while you made a quick run to pick up some drinks, you'd had no idea about the mistake you were making.

When you returned, you could smell the fully cooked pizza from the kitchen, so you made a bee line straight there, keen to share a meal with your boyfriend. However, instead of finding your boyfriend setting the table for dinner, you walked in on your fully nude roommate sitting on the countertop, digging into the pizza that you'd brought and cooked for yourself.

When you recovered from your initial shock at the sight of your naked roommate, especially the thick cock hanging between his legs, you asked him what the fuck he was doing. He'd simply smirked at you as he took another large bite of your pizza before swallowing it down. When you asked him again, sounding more unsure this time, he'd responded by saying that he'd worked up quite the appetite while he'd been fucking your boyfriend's hole, which he readily admitted was the tightest arsehole he'd ever taken.

While you were trying to process what he'd just said, your roommate went on to say that your boyfriend had not objected at all to him taking your pizza after he'd already taken your man, as your boyfriend had been far too stuffed to even move once he'd been filled with your roommate's load and that he was probably still lying on your bed where your roommate had bred him. In complete denial at what your roommate was telling you, you fled from the kitchen to your room, desperately hoping that you would find evidence to refute your roommate's claims.

Instead, you were immediately hit with the all-too-familiar scent of your roommate's musk the moment you opened your bedroom door. If that wasn't enough, you were immediately greeted by the sight of your boyfriend's still-dripping-with-cum-covered asshole, which he had propped up on your bed facing the door. Freezing at the sight of it, you stood transfixed as you looked at your boyfriend's stretched-out asshole, which you knew you'd never have been able to give him with what you were packing.

Your shock was finally broken when your boyfriend turned his head around to greet you. He'd then gone on to matter-of-factly state that he'd let your roommate have your pizza, as a real man like him deserves anything he can take. He'd then told you not to worry about finding yourself something to eat, as your roommate had left your boyfriend's hole stuffed full, and you were apparently welcome to have as much of it as you could fish out with your tongue, and all you had to do was pay your roommate's share of the rent for the privilege.

To get a raise at the company Charles worked at, an employee has to be able to personally impress the company owner and founder, Mr. Knight. He's notoriously hard to impress, and with his average job performance in nearly every way, Charles doesn't seem to have much of a chance of being able to prove his worth.

That all changes, however, when Mr. Knight got divorced from his longtime wife and very obviously stopped having his physical needs met, if the near-constant prominent bulge in his suit trousers is any indication, at least. Charles knows he has to act fast before one of the female secretaries snares Mr. Knight for themselves, so he marches right into his boss's office at the first opportunity and straight up offers to be the boss's full-time personal cocksucker in exchange for a raise.

Mr. Knight was initially surprised at his employee's bold offer, as well as frankly skeptical that the seemingly happily married straight employee had what it takes to meet his needs considering they haven't even sucked a cock before. When he questions Charles about it, however, Charles is quick to offer an explanation.

Apparently, Charles had been quite the slut back in his university days and had had many encounters with both men and women and had even been his frat's semi-official cum dump during his senior year. He'd been especially known for his oral skills and had been able to get anyone off with just his mouth and tongue. After he'd started dating his now wife, he'd stopped dating other women, although he'd still sucked a few cocks here or there before giving that up too once he'd actually married her, although he had gone out with a bang by sucking off nearly all his groomsmen during his bachelor party.

But now that he needed to provide for his coming family, he was willing to jump back onto the metaphorical pole and wrap his lips around the literal pole in his boss's pants in order to get the extra income. His wife wasn't exactly aware of what her husband had been doing with other men whilst they were dating or what he was about to do with his boss now that they were married, but as long as Charles kept her in comfort, she probably wouldn't ask too many questions.

After hearing all that, Mr. Knight considered it with the same air he would a business deal, although Charles was hopeful of his chances, considering that the large bulge in Mr. Knight's trousers had made an appearance. Finally, Mr. Knight decided to offer Charles a trial run of sucking his cock right then and there to see if he truly had the cocksucking skills necessary to be Mr. Knight's permanent on-call cum dump.

Charles wasted no time in accepting the trial run by falling straight to his knees, pulling down Mr. Knight's trousers to free the already hard cock from his pants, and swallowing it down in one practiced gulp. Mr. Knight hadn't been expecting just how good Charles was at taking cock down his throat, and he'd grabbed the back of Charles's head to control the pace of Charles's bobbing head, which had been about to cause Mr. Knight to prematurely bust his load.

Charles was out of practice enough that he nearly gagged on Mr. Knight's member as his boss manhandled his head back and forth along its length, but it didn't take long for Charles to use his wet mouth and practiced tongue to bring Mr. Knight to release directly into Charles's mouth. As Mr. Knight recovered his breath from the most intense release he'd had in years, he allowed Charles to remove his mouth from his still sensitive cock while still holding on to the back of his employee's head.

As Charles withdrew, a combination of cum and spit hung in lines between Mr. Knight's cock and Charles's lips. At the sight of it, Mr. Knight groaned and offered Charles the permanent position of his personal assistant with a pay bump alongside it on the spot. As soon as Charles had gasped his acceptance to the offer, Mr. Knight had shoved Charles's head back down and gone for another round of pummeling his new assistant's throat.

When Charles's wife heard about the pay raise he'd secured as well as the new job he'd acquired, she'd been so proud of her husband for stepping up and doing what was necessary to provide for them, even though she wasn't totally sure what his new duties actually involved.

"About time, dude; I thought you might not have been coming back. Now hurry up! My bitch of a sister isn't going to be gone long, so if you want to get off this week, then get to it." Said Rory in response, seemingly not at all fazed by Hank's strong reaction to his state.

"Why on earth would I fuck a fat fuck like you? I've got a girlfriend, as you damn well know," cried Hank, saying the first thing that came into his head as he tried to wrap his mind around the unexpected turn of events. Despite himself, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the bare ass in front of him.

Rory had smirked at Hank over his shoulder at his question. "Because it's the only hole that you're going to have access to. I heard you and my sister arguing last night. She was quite clear that she wasn't going to be putting out at all while camping, and I know for a fact that a horndog like you can't survive a week without pounding open a tight, warm hole, so here it is." Said Rory, as he slapped his ass, causing it to jiggle.

If Hank weren't such a randy stud, he might have been able to control his dick, turn himself around, and leave his girlfriend's brother wanting. But Rory had been dead on in his assessment of how much of a horny fucker Hank was, as evidenced by the rapidly growing bulge in Hank's tight shorts and how he was practically drooling at the sight of Rory's bouncing ass cheeks.

"Fuck it, if you're going to be such a fucking teasing slut, then I might as well treat you like one." Snarled Hank as he stormed directly over to Rory's kneeling form. His mind made up, Hank didn't waste any more time. As soon as he'd freed his now fully hard cock from his shorts, he rammed it right into Rory's exposed hole, without even the slightest bit of warning.

Rory squealed as his asshole was forced open, but that didn't slow down Hank even a bit. Hank was thrusting in and out of Rory's back entrance with a roughness born of pissed-off rage that he'd never dream of fucking his girlfriend with. And it's not like Rory could complain after begging for it only moments ago. All Rory could do was grit his teeth as his sister's boyfriend roughly gave him what he'd said he'd wanted by breeding him with the pent-up load that had been building up all trip.

As soon as my husband has shut the front door behind him, I'll hear Daniel stomping towards the bedroom and then barging right in, having stripped completely by the time he enters the bedroom. Hearing us softly and lovingly going at it on the other side of the wall all night really gets Daniel riled up in the morning. I'm not sure if it's because he's secretly jealous that my husband is getting laid rather than him or whether listening to us be extremely gentle with each other just pisses him off, but each morning he takes his frustrations out on me.

As soon as he sees me lying on the bed, he'll pounce on me, pinning me to the bed I share with my husband, and proceed to ram his cock right into my hole. Where my husband is always slow and gentle every time it's his turn to fuck me, Daniel gives it rough and unrelenting, fucking my ass until I'm shuddering and moaning with an overwhelming pleasure that my husband has never even come close to giving me.

Safe to say, the rest of the guys were pissed as all hell with Roger when he showed up at the cabin alone with the news that it would now be an all-guys trip. They'd all been looking forward to fucking some easy snatch, with some of them even abstaining from cranking it and saving their loads for the occasion. Pissed and horny as they were, it's no wonder that when Roger opened his mouth to offer up another groveling apology and pledge to do anything to put his mistake right, they decided that if they couldn't have pussy to fuck, they'd have to make do with the next best thing. And it was only right that the guy who was the cause of their blue balls should be the one to relieve them of it.

Roger's mates quickly cornered him on the cabin's decking and forced him to his knees and began showing him exactly what trouble his fuck-up had caused them by dropping their pants and showing off how hard, dripping, and desperate to cum their cocks were. Roger opened that big mouth of his to try and reason with his friends, but the guy standing directly in front of him, who'd been edging himself in anticipation of the trip for weeks, timed his shot perfectly to shoot his first spurt of jizz right across Roger's tongue.

"Ah, Mr. Bradley, it's a pleasure. Oh, my apologies, Mr. Bradley-Smith. You hyphenated your name after you married your husband, the former Mr. Smith; that's right, isn't it? Excellent. As you know, your husband is currently working directly under me, and I have to say he's an amazing addition to the team. Fuck, he's performing a task for me right this very moment, and he's literally blowing me away with how fucking skilled he is at it. You must be very proud of what an exceptional job he's doing, yes? Good, I certainly am."

"But enough about your husband's current performance; let's get on to yours. Now I'm afraid to say you're not currently performing to a level that we'd like. In particular, I was very disappointed with how you handled yourself when you visited my office the other day. You flat-out refused my very generous offer that I put to you, and all because you apparently couldn't possibly betray your husband. Well, I'm afraid to say someone else has taken up the challenge, and fuck, they're doing a much better job than I imagine you ever could have done. So I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."

"Now don't get upset. I'm sure your husband will be able to support you. Based on how he's performing at the moment, he's definitely on course for a raise. Oh, you've changed your mind and are now willing to suck me off? Lovely to see how deep that loyalty to your husband really was, but I'm afraid it's not going to be enough. The slut currently under my desk is getting me fucking close to blasting my load, and once he does that, he's guaranteed the position."

"Oh, don't be too harsh on the winning whore now; you're going to have to continue living with him after all. What do I mean? I mean that it's your husband who's been sucking me off while I've been firing you, you dumb fucking cuck. Yeah, that's right; he didn't even hesitate to betray you. Don't worry though, I'll tell him to keep my cum in his mouth so you can have a taste of the opportunity you've missed out on. I'll give it to him, right, fucking, NOW!"

When Theo and John had angrily demanded to know if the landlord was saying that because they were gay men, the landlord had responded bluntly, "You're damn right it is. Just by looking at the two of you, I know that you're a pair of greedy cocksuckers. You might both have deluded yourselves into thinking that you love each other, but it's plain as day that all it'd take to break the two of you up is a real man offering you his cock."

Theo and John had both vehemently denied the landlord's assertion, but they went completely silent after the landlord grew tired of the whining and decided to shut them up by whipping out his cock. Once he had both of their undivided attention, he decided to offer them some terms. "Told you that neither of you would be able to resist it. Now to settle who gets the apartment; obviously it can only go to one of you, so whichever one of you best sucks a load out of me gets it."

Unfortunately that's all in the past now, as last year one of the new guys on the retreat, Leo, had complained to HR about both the excessive drinking and the use of the whore. Leo had claimed that his complaint was because it was unethical, but every other guy was sure it was because Leo was a queer who was butthurt about being the only one who didn't get to participate in using the whore.

In response to the complaint, HR had promptly shut the whole retreat down and replaced it with a week-long work conference where everyone was meant to stand around in full work clothes and discuss business. Everyone hated the changes and were thus itching to get back at Leo for forcing them on them. They soon got their chance when a group of guys cornered Leo in an outside area and announced to him that since he'd taken away their whore, then they'd have to use his holes to relieve themselves during the week. They'd then collectively lowered their flies and let Leo see what he would need to take care of.

When they'd all shared a more than willing whore in the past, it had been a festive, joyful atmosphere with the whore seeming to have the best time of all as she was passed around between the cheering men. Now that they were making Leo perform the role, it was a lot more rough and tumble with them first getting him to his knees and then collectively holding him in place as they took turns shoving their cocks down the snitch's throat while Leo struggled and failed to resist the men as they jeered at him about how he wasn't being left out now.

I hadn't been sure what to expect when I'd entered the break room on Monday morning, but it sure hadn't been my coworker George sitting in one of the break room's chairs, frowning at his phone while his cock was sticking out of his shorts. He didn't seem to notice me at first, leaving me plenty of time to stare dumbly at his bare exposed cock.

Finally, he noticed me and said. "Ah, mate, just read that you're a fucking loud and proud fairy. Cheers for letting us know; the fucking missus is being a bitch and isn't putting out at the moment, so I really need to get my balls drained. Help yourself to it; I know you must be desperate for some real man's spunk after waiting all weekend to have a taste. Everyone in the work group chat that you're not in has certainly been looking forward to it, me included. Don't worry about waiting for the others; I'll be texting them while you're sucking me off, and by the time you're finished, there'll be a whole line waiting to use you."

Unfortunately, within the first few minutes of trying to teach him wrestling, Coach Hill had clocked on to the fact that Tyler was completely beyond helping, as Tyler couldn't take his eyes off of the fat bulge in the coach's singlet. Coach Hill's suspicions that his friend's son was a hopelessly lost slut were further confirmed when he'd gotten Tyler in a pin by sitting on his chest with his crotch right in Tyler's face, and the slut had promptly started licking at and sucking on the coach's bulge through the fabric of the singlet.

Coach Hill hadn't been planning on getting sucked off by his best friend's son when he'd entered the practice room that day, but he was a red-blooded man, so he couldn't help but free his rapidly inflating cock and feed it into the cocksucker's mouth when it became clear that Tyler wanted nothing more than to suck him dry. The greedy slut wasted no time in sucking the coach's cock down his throat with a natural skill that quickly had Coach Hill skull-fucking the bitch until he'd shot his load down the slut's spasming throat.